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esp_dragonv2) wrote2020-12-15 09:21 pm
esp_dragonv2) wrote2020-12-15 09:21 pm
Imposter [Part 7]
Fandom: Noblesse
Summary: Frankenstein was collecting samples.
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 331
Total word count: 5,246
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein had just finished collecting new samples to the south of the base when they paused, taking in the scenery. In some ways, there wasn't much to see: just an endless horizon of purple rock contrasted against the white snow, and yet...
And yet...?
Frankenstein exhaled, their breath fogging up their helmet.
It was still different from the white (or off-white and rusted) walls of the Union bases Frankenstein had grown accustomed to.
And yet.
They were alone here, watching something they weren't part of as life swirled on around them.
Their communicator crackled. [Heeey, Frankenstein.]
Frankenstein found themself smiling when they recognised Muzaka's voice, their chest lightening. Well, they weren't quite so alone.
[Have you finished in the boiler room?] Frankenstein asked, picking up their samples-filled case and looked around. Muzaka was behind them, his white space suit easy to see, walking up.
[Yeah, so I was checkin' where you were.] Muzaka caught up with them, and together, they headed back to the base.
[It's not time for bed yet,] Frankenstein said, amused. They'd just had lunch and they knew they hadn't been collecting samples for that long, even if it was hard to tell the time outside when the day-night cycle here was much longer than Frankenstein was used to.
[Hey, I dunno if you actually went to sleep last night or not.]
[Oh?] Frankenstein raised an eyebrow, even though Muzaka wouldn't be able to see past the reflected glass. [Would you rather you stayed in my quarters to make sure?]
[I mean,] Muzaka replied without hesitation, [I wouldn't say no...] Frankenstein could hear his grin. And there was no need to see Muzaka's face when Muzaka lingered long enough so their shoulders brushed while they waited for the office room to decompress.
Muzaka was studying Frankenstein when they removed their helmets, waiting, and...yes.
Frankenstein leaned in closer and kissed Muzaka's cheek. "Hmmm," they said, stepping away, "I'll think about it."
Muzaka's smile at that was blinding.
Summary: Frankenstein was collecting samples.
Notes: Among Us AU! :D
Rating: G
Genre: Sci-fi
Word count: 331
Total word count: 5,246
Status: Work in progress
Frankenstein had just finished collecting new samples to the south of the base when they paused, taking in the scenery. In some ways, there wasn't much to see: just an endless horizon of purple rock contrasted against the white snow, and yet...
And yet...?
Frankenstein exhaled, their breath fogging up their helmet.
It was still different from the white (or off-white and rusted) walls of the Union bases Frankenstein had grown accustomed to.
And yet.
They were alone here, watching something they weren't part of as life swirled on around them.
Their communicator crackled. [Heeey, Frankenstein.]
Frankenstein found themself smiling when they recognised Muzaka's voice, their chest lightening. Well, they weren't quite so alone.
[Have you finished in the boiler room?] Frankenstein asked, picking up their samples-filled case and looked around. Muzaka was behind them, his white space suit easy to see, walking up.
[Yeah, so I was checkin' where you were.] Muzaka caught up with them, and together, they headed back to the base.
[It's not time for bed yet,] Frankenstein said, amused. They'd just had lunch and they knew they hadn't been collecting samples for that long, even if it was hard to tell the time outside when the day-night cycle here was much longer than Frankenstein was used to.
[Hey, I dunno if you actually went to sleep last night or not.]
[Oh?] Frankenstein raised an eyebrow, even though Muzaka wouldn't be able to see past the reflected glass. [Would you rather you stayed in my quarters to make sure?]
[I mean,] Muzaka replied without hesitation, [I wouldn't say no...] Frankenstein could hear his grin. And there was no need to see Muzaka's face when Muzaka lingered long enough so their shoulders brushed while they waited for the office room to decompress.
Muzaka was studying Frankenstein when they removed their helmets, waiting, and...yes.
Frankenstein leaned in closer and kissed Muzaka's cheek. "Hmmm," they said, stepping away, "I'll think about it."
Muzaka's smile at that was blinding.